He knew Sasuke would be trouble. Despite his quiet demeanor and sharp intellect, Sasuke had a tendency to do what he wanted instead of listening to direction. If Kakashi had taken bets on who would try to escape first, Nartuo or Sasuke, his money would have been on the latter. Kakashi knew how to keep Naruto docile, cup ramen and taijutsu training, and Sakura would be too scared to retaliate. But Sasuke had a rage in him as fierce as fire and keeping him happy would always be a challenge. His heart was set on one goal and getting him off it would prove to be a challenge.
Sasuke kicked and scratched at Kakashi, his hands bound far enough from one another that he couldn't weave signs. "Let me go!" He demanded.
Kakashi had no intention to do so. He had expected this escape attempt, and it was day one, so it was only fair to make the punishment fit the crime. Kakashi set Sasuke down, "You're going to help me with dinner."
"What?"
"Cooking for four people is kind of a lot." He tossed an apron to Sasuke and put one on himself. "You're going to help."
"Why should I?"
He'd expected this. "Otherwise I burn down the Uchiha compound."
Sasuke's eyes went wide. It was a cruel trade for chores, but Sasuke was an extreme case of uncooperative. It would take extremes to so much as get him to bend a knee. "You can't be serious."
"I am," Kakashi said. "Now, hurry up, we don't have all day."
With his hands bound, Sasuke could only moniter pans and move bowls. Once or twice Kakashi caught him staring at the utensils with an intent to kill his eyes, and Kakashi naturally played with his lighter. There was a bottle of sake on the counter next to kerosene. Sasuke could do the math.
"Here," Kakashi extended a bowl of chopped tomatoes to Sasuke. "A reward for your hard work."
Sasuke stared at the bowl.
"Go on, it's yours."
Hesitantly, he took it. "This doesn't change anything."
"Sure." Kakashi smiled, "Let's get the others."